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You knew this was coming. Pandemonica warned you, after all. It was all but sealed the moment she told you not to bother with her afternoon beverage.
Entering her room, you notice almost everything prepared. Her desk and general work area is gone. In its place, a wooden device that you've only ever seen her use on Zdrada. With four legs, it rests high above the ground, the top a long, almost pyramid shape. The topmost edge may as well be sharp, saved thanks to the layer of black latex. Still painful, certainly, but more designed for pleasure, provided it's used correctly.
Speaking of Zdrada, she's here too. She doesn't fidget, simply smirking at you, naked as can be. Given how red her nipples are, it's safe to assume Pandemonica got a little bored while waiting, taking the liberty of playing with the Bitch Demon, if only a little. She's not shy about showing her excitement either, tail wagging as her gaze follows you, only to shift to Pandemonica the moment you step before her.
Wow.
That's what you want to say, keeping your mouth shut. She's managed to squeeze herself into her red, latex bodysuit. It clings to her tight, showing off everything. From each fold between her legs, to her flat, tender nipples. Weirdly, you're most drawn to that bump in her stomach. Still on the small side, there's no denying the obvious now.
“Knocking up my favourite toy for a second time,” Pandemonica begins, voice soft like silk as she reaches out. How easily she pops the top few buttons of your shirt, exposing your chest for her eyes alone. “You had to know that's cause for punishment?”
“It, um, just kind of happened,” you explain, Zdrada sniggering as you do.
“Oh, it was an accident?” she asks, biting her lip as she looks ready to snap. “Honey, that doesn't make it any better.”
How easily her hand snakes its way downward, cupping your crotch through your trousers. A sensual touch turning fierce as she squeezes, pain shooting up through your stomach as you stifle the grunt it prompts. Frankly, you're amazed you stay standing. Though, knowing Pandemonica, she's well aware of just how much pressure to apply.
“No, no, dear husband. Were we not wed and you less precious, that excuse wouldn't have saved you from my gelding knife.”
“Pan',” you practically plead, only for her to shush you.
“Relax. I'd never harm you so permanently.” Just like that, her grip eases, almost patting you. “No, you're just going to have to indulge in some last-minute fun before our bitch won't be able to manage as she focuses on popping out a second spawn.”
A moment passes as you nod in understanding, only for her eyes to narrow.
“You should still thank me. For my mercy, you see.”
“T-thank you, Pan'. Love you.”
She sighs, shaking her head. “I know. And I you, obviously.” Just like that, her horns seem to grow, not a hint of caffeine hitting her as she smirks wickedly. “Now, strip.”
You raise a brow, silently asking if she wants you to put on a show or strictly get down to business. Given she turns away, strutting off to find something is all the answer you need, unbuttoning your top with little fanfare. Zdrada can't wait, however, practically lunging at you. Buttons go flying as she tears your shirt apart, letting the tattered remnants fall to the floor. An undeniable purr fills your ears as she leans in, breasts rubbing against your chest as she breathes deep. Busy fingers tug at your trousers, yanking them down as you kick off your shoes. They're the only clothing to survive, underwear town to shreds as needy fingers wrap around your thick cock.
“Enough of that,” Pandemonica barks, Zdrada stiffening as she backs away, still fluttering her eyelashes at you.
There's silence as Pandemonica walks around, taking you by the wrist and pinning it behind your back. Slowly, she strokes you with her free hand, up all the way to the shoulder before sliding down your free arm. Again, she snatches your wrist, prompting a grunt as it joins the other. Something hard and metal wraps around each wrist, a sharp click echoing true. Her husky giggle is as taunting as it is tantalizing, testing your new restraints with a tug as she steps away.
“Me, too?” Zdrada asks, biting her lip as Pandemonica brandishes a set of rather official looking cuffs.
You watch as Zdrada shivers, her arms pinned behind her back much rougher than yours were. How she purrs, trying her damnedest to rub her rump against Pandemonica, to little reaction. Still, her tail wags as that telltale click echoes around, Pandemonica smirking as she saunters away.
“Bitches,” she begins, making sure you watch as she approaches the wooden device that so obviously replaces her desk. Once there, she bends forward, purposefully wriggling her tight behind as she drags out small steps from beneath it. How you missed them before is a mystery. Then again, you've been quite focused on almost everything else. It takes only a moment for her to place them before the leftmost spot of the device, and she pats them before turning to face you both. “You know what to do, hop on the horse.”
A simple order, one Zdrada obeys with glee. There's a shimmy in her hips as she approaches, almost skipping up the steps before stopping on the final one. She looks down at the horse, shivering in excitement as she squats. Her folds spread as she lifts her leg, gently lowering herself atop the device. She groans, rubbing against the latex as she sinks onto it. Already, her juices flow, almost whining as the steps are removed.
Almost being key, an admirable attempt at hiding her delight.
Pandemonica drags the steps across the floor, only stopping when she reaches the opposite side of the horse. There they stop, patted once more as Pandemonica focuses her gaze on you. Only this time, she sighs.
“Ah, an untrained bitch,” she notes, almost amused. “Want me to hold your hand?”
“Pan',” you almost plead, earning a scoff.
“Your mistress is punishing you, none of that,” she scolds, holding back another sigh. “My offer still stands.”
“They're a little tied up.”
“I swear-”
“P-please guide me, mistress!”
That smile of hers is almost worth it, Zdrada's subtle whines of delight a perfect backdrop to Pandemonica's heavy steps as she approaches you. There's no denying the glee she takes in grabbing you by crotch, a light rub a mere distraction as her free arm wraps around you. How easily her hand grabs you by the cuffs that bind, a light push all she needs to get you moving.
It's a small mercy she doesn't lead you by the cock, hand sliding to your hip as you find yourself walking the steps. Stopping as you reach the top, you gulp as she releases you entirely, sadistic smile spread across her lips as she comes into view.
“Sit,” she orders, tapping the top of the horse.
Gulping, you nod, tearing your gaze from her and instead focusing on Zdrada. She stops her own mindless pleasure, enamoured with the sight of you throwing your leg over the horse, dropping with perhaps a bit more speed than you should.
Grunting, it's as uncomfortable as you expected. The pyramid-like shape has it slipping between your crack, gravity doing all the work as your ring sinks atop of it, never quite pierced as your balls likewise sag atop, split either side and kept safe and sound only by your sack. Yet, you're as rock hard as can be, cock throbbing as you shudder, the steps knocked away by a dutiful Pandemonica.
“Excellent,” your mistress purrs, your attention split between watching her walk away, spying Zdrada' subtle grinds and the constant pressure making you squirm. “Time for a special game.”
You're hesitant to think, focusing on tensing and avoiding sinking any further. Yet, despite this, you sigh, shaking your head.
“Pan',” you find yourself pleading anew, promptly ignored.
You know exactly what she has in her hands. Long and thick, the array of rainbow colours are almost comical in contrast to the size. A doubled-ended dildo, one that flops as she approaches anew. It's an easy problem to solve, holding the massive toy at both ends as she stands between the pair of you, the mystery of where the stairs have gone solved.
Getting between the pair of you is the easy part, Pandemonica leaning towards Zdrada as she brings one end of the toy to her mouth. “Open up, bitch.”
Zdrada obliges immediately, gulping and slurping as she accepts an inch of the toy, no more. She's only stopped from taking more by pan's stern glare, a glimpse of which is offered to you as she slides her hands down to the opposite end, holding it steady as she brings it to you. A mere inch from your lips, her cackle is more telling than her words.
“Open wide. Show me just how sorry you are.”
Well, you are deeply sorry.
Closing your eyes, you open your mouth. The second it's wide enough, the toy is forced inside. An inch, then two, its rubbery taste coats your tongue as you wrap your lips around it, holding it in place as you breathe through your nose. Pandemonica's chuckle combined with her almost tender caress of your chest have you opening your eyes, staring into the sordid gaze of Zdrada. Spit dribbles down her chin, muffled moans almost louder than her usual screams of ecstasy.
“Now,” Pandemonica begins anew, licking her lips as she flicks her focus between the pair of you. “This is a game, if you recall, one of forfeits.”
You don't speak, obviously, eyes on her as she explains; still fully aware of the toy in your mouth and ridge riding up your crack. Zdrada, meanwhile, damn near chuckles, muffled as it is.
“Whoever takes the most in their throat wins. The loser suffers my sting.”
You're not sure what she means, wincing as she slaps her hands together.
“First round!”
Zdrada throws her all into it, leaning towards you and slurping down the toy you share. She doesn't mind grinding her slick cunt against the horse she sits upon, face scrunching in bliss as she does. Gags fill the air as she swallows half, a bulge in her throat by the time you take another inch. Already it feels like too much, gaining little more ground before Zdrada's lips touch yours. A hint of a kiss, nothing more, already retreating as she holds it in place again with ease.
Ah, but you tense as you spy Pandemonica leaning in, a cruel smirk on her lips. How swiftly she raises her hand, bringing it down and striking you on the cock! A brief sting as it bounces back into place, you pant and puff through your nose as she slaps her hands together on her retreat.
“Second round!”
You're a little more prepared, wincing as you lean against your cock, smashing it against the horse as you suck down more of the toy. A couple of inches, almost teasing your throat before you lips smack against Zdrada' drool-covered mouth. Your sigh is muffled as you retreat, not the least bit ready for your punishment.
A grunt of pain rings out despite the dildo in your mouth, cock bouncing off the horse and pre leaking as you shudder.
“Third round!”
Time and time again, Zdrada proves the throat goat of the pair of you. Always besting you by several inches minimum and revelling as your cock is pummelled by a zealous Pandemonica. A fitting punishment for knocking up her favourite toy, that's for sure, you almost hate how each suck, each inch and each blow turns you on all the more, practically throbbing in delight between bouts of pain and humiliation.
“Twentieth round!” Pandemonica calls, the time flying by as you once more descend.
You gag and splutter, almost choking as you at long last take it in your throat. It's still not enough, Zdrada's wink as she retreats driving you mad in both the literal sense and with excitement. You almost don't mind as you retreat back to neutral, straddling the edge of a fierce climax as you gaze at Zdrada's rising and falling chest as she takes just as much excitement from the game.
There's no bracing, practically throwing yourself on the sacrificial flame as Pandemonica slaps your cock once more. It's too much, your cheeks clenches around the horse and still sucking on the toy she demands you take time and time again. Despite the glimpse of pain, you quiver, cock twitching in full force as you cum!
“Pathetic,” Pandemonica sneers.
Zdrada's eyes widen as you shoot your load, staining the horse you both sit on with your thick, potent goo. So powerful a shot, you even hit her belly, staining her in seed as you keep on pumping. How you wallow in ecstasy, heavy breaths hampered by the dildo you still so dutifully hold in your mouth.
Seconds come and go, your final dregs staining your balls more than anything as you finally relax. A perilous task, given how you sink deeper onto the horse, rubbing your sensitive ring before you wizen up and clench.
“Happy now?” Pandemonica asks, suddenly leaning close. Almost gently, she reaches up and removes the dildo from your mouth.
“S-sorry,” you manage between euphoric panting, still aware enough to offer an apology.
“Not yet,” she muses, stroking your cheek as her smirk widens. “Not even close.”
There's no fight in you. Why would there be? You're apologizing, after all. Instead of arguing, you nod, much to her approval. “Understood.”
“Bitch,” Pandemonica calls, looking over her shoulder.
Zdrada is almost reluctant as she spits out the rest of the dildo you shared, panting for a very different reason as she flutters her lashes. “Yeah?”
“Congratulations on winning. You may decide his next display of redemption.”
“Spicy,” Zdrada purrs, tail delicately flexing until it reaches around her stomach and the tip wipes away the cum staining her. “What are the options?”
It's almost scary how Pandemonica doesn't miss a beat. “Fire, whip or noose.”
“Oh, tough.”
“Fear not, you're merely dictating order.”
“Whip him good, then!” Zdrada cries, biting her lip as you're finally aided from the horse.
Of course, you're hardly heading for something much better. Sore and aching and still in a post-climax haze, it dawns on you just how trying a day you have ahead when you're marched towards the x-shaped metal you'll be strapped to next.
Whoever said it's easier to ask for forgiveness rather than permission never had to deal with the Sadistic Demon, that's a certainty. A thought that keeps running through your mind as you accept your fate, willingly strapped in to place as you await a whipping.
That's just for starters, too, mind running rampant with her other ideas. Fire and noose, you hope they're only figurative. Promptly dashed as you spy the long, black-leather whip Pandemonica now brandishes.
“So very hard still, almost impressive,” she notes, and you know damn well you're gonna pay...